She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 160 Only Two People Know This Secret

Xiang Ying watched him with a smile, not speaking for a moment.

Her face still had a tinge of paleness from sickness, yet because of her smiling demeanor, her eyes sparkled brilliantly with vitality.

Jie Chen felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze, and his ears involuntarily began to burn.

He went to poke at the wood that had burned to ashes: "What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong? Or is it that you have already told someone else?"

Xiang Ying shook her head: "With something like this, I’m not stupid. To have supplies in this kind of place, I would not tell anyone."

Even in the apocalypse, everyone had a storage space, but the awakened functions of each person’s space were different.

People would generally be cautious of others and would not truly reveal the functions of their own space.

Even when facing their closest friends, it was the same.

"The only two people who know about my ability are you."

Jie Chen slightly shifted his gaze: "Who’s the other one?"

Xiang Ying rubbed her frozen face: "My mentor, he has already died, blown to pieces."

Jie Chen was silent for a moment.

So it turned out that Xiang Ying’s abilities were learned from a masterful mentor.

That would make sense.

Jie Chen said quietly: "Condolences."

Xiang Ying let out a chuckle, stretching out her hand: "Help me up."

She needed to try to make contact with the outside, to have Skinny Monkey and the others bring people to rescue her and Jie Chen.

Xiang Ying took out a signal flare from her space and fired off four or five of them towards the sky in succession.

After the booming noise had passed, there was no immediate change.

Xiang Ying wasn’t in a rush, saying: "Let’s wait a bit more, even if they saw the signal, it might take some time for them to find us."

Once she finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, and Jie Chen, seeing her ready to dive into work, couldn’t help but ask: "What do you want to do?"

Xiang Ying blinked her Phoenix Eyes: "Before the rescue team arrives, I want to ensure we survive."

With that, she pulled out a whole series of supplies.

There was food, firewood, sticks, and bedding.

Xiang Ying and Jie Chen worked together to construct a curtain at the entrance of the cave, made of thick felt to block the wind and snow.

She didn’t forget to leave a small opening and took the opportunity to give Jie Chen a little lesson.

"If we’re burning firewood inside, the rising smoke needs to be vented out in time, otherwise, inhaling too much might cause dizziness."

Jie Chen listened quietly.

Xiang Ying set up a fire and a pot, preparing lamb rolls, meatballs, vegetables, and noodles.

The bone broth had been stewed ahead of time in her space, and all she needed to do was take it out to use as the base for the soup.

Jie Chen had already forced himself to gradually get used to her pulling out one thing after another.

But when he saw Xiang Ying casually take out two jars of wine, Jie Chen was completely shocked.

"You can store this too?"

"Of course," Xiang Ying smiled and poured a bowl for each of them.

Jie Chen, however, held her hand back, frowning: "You can’t drink, you’re injured."

Xiang Ying waved her hand: "It’s okay, a little drink will warm me up."

Jie Chen, with a stern voice: "Only two bowls, no more."

"Okay." Xiang Ying laughed and placed the wine jar in another warm pot.

Soon, the two of them were enjoying steaming hotpot in a cave on the sheer cliff.

The tender lamb rolls were blanched in the boiling white soup, lifted out and coated with thick sauce from their bowls, and when placed in the mouth, were deliciously fragrant to the very tip of the tongue.

Jie Chen didn’t seem to handle spicy food well, so Xiang Ying added just a bit of pepper mud into his bowl.

After taking a bite, his face turned redder and redder, eventually leading to a coughing spell.

Xiang Ying laughed lightly: "It’s said that a man who can’t eat spicy food will marry a very temperamental wife."

Jie Chen glanced at her: "Then I’d rather stay unmarried."

Xiang Ying snorted and said nothing more.

She went to roll up the curtains, only to discover that the sky outside had darkened, as the snowflakes began to fall again.

Fortunately, their fire was blazing, warm and cozy.

They enjoyed hotpot while admiring the falling snow.

Xiang Ying raised her drink bowl: "Jie Chen, let’s have a toast, to celebrate."

Jie Chen raised an eyebrow: "Celebrate what?"

"Of course, to celebrate the fact that we have survived major adversity. On such a splendid day, having a few confidants, watching the snow and drinking wine, is the life I’ve always dreamed of. I never thought it would come true so easily."

Back during the apocalypse, even sunlight was a luxury, let alone sitting down like this, drinking heartily with friends.

Jie Chen gazed at Xiang Ying with a deep look, feeling that she still had many experiences buried in her heart.

He said nothing and raised his glass to join her in the drink.

After their meal and drink, Xiang Ying packed up the pot.

She squinted her eyes, measuring the height and width of the cave.

"Jie Chen, make some space, don’t get squeezed later."

Jie Chen took a step back, clueless about what she was going to pull out next.

It wasn’t until Xiang Ying conjured a bunk bed out of thin air that his faint eyes slightly widened in surprise.

"You... you even have a bed?"

Xiang Ying’s deep black Phoenix Eyes held a smile: "Of course, I have everything."

Having said that, she brought out two soft pillows, and two thick quilts to lay on top.

In the cave, the bunk bed was adorned with purple and blue hanging curtains, the wooden frame carved with intricate yet delicate patterns.

This was simply magical.

Jie Chen caressed the patterns on the bed, unable to snap back to reality for a long time.

Seeing him like this, Xiang Ying couldn’t bear to tell him that she had a Dragon throne and Dragon bed in her space.

She originally wanted to let him experience it, but she decided against it.

Can’t scare the kid silly.

The cold weather whipped snowy gusts around, and Jie Chen, fearing that Xiang Ying would catch cold, lowered the curtain.

Xiang Ying took off her clothes, revealing her fair shoulders. Jie Chen frowned, turned his head away, and only when his peripheral vision confirmed Xiang Ying was under the covers did he dare to look at her.

"You’re not sleeping on your stomach?"

Xiang Ying was somewhat frustrated: "Sleeping on my stomach is too uncomfortable, the bed is soft, lying down for a while won’t hurt."

Jie Chen nodded and sat by the fire.

However, Xiang Ying propped up her head and patted the spot beside her: "Come on, why are you sitting over there?"

Jie Chen stiffened.

A certain part of his body began to burn hot.

Did Xiang Ying know what she was saying?

At this moment, she wore her black hair loose, dressed in thin, comfortable silk undergarments, her delicate eyebrows and fair skin complementing the smiling beauty that seemed like a soul-ensnaring snow spirit.

The cave and the bunk bed, the snowstorm and the smiling beauty, each aspect dealt Jie Chen a substantial shock.

What he thought was absolutely impossible had happened.

While he believed he and Xiang Ying would always be enemies, here they were, defenselessly in each other’s company.

Xiang Ying tossed a piece of clothing at him.

"Don’t just stand there foolishly; if you catch cold, how are you going to take care of me? Put on the clothes and come up here. I’m the patient here, what, are you afraid I’m going to take advantage of you?"

Jie Chen pursed his lips: "I know you’re not in the mood for that right now."

If anyone would take advantage, it would be him.

He quickly stripped off his shirt, revealing his sleekly muscled abdomen.

Xiang Ying pretended to cover her eyes: "I’m not looking, haha."

Saying so, her fingers parted slightly, making a gap.

Sorry, she was faking.

Jie Chen suppressed a chuckle that was about to burst from the corner of his lips.

How could she sometimes be as sharp as a cold treasure sword, and other times, be as bright and sincere as a sunflower?

Jie Chen lay beside Xiang Ying.

The purple curtains fell, and as he stared at the canopy, for a moment he wondered—

What exactly was the nature of his relationship with Xiang Ying now?

As he pondered, Xiang Ying’s restless hand reached over and clung on like an octopus.

Jie Chen’s body stiffened, his eyes instantly falling into a deep, dark abyss.

"What are you doing?"